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Ruins You call these merely fallen ruins and wrecked edifices, but I view them as a page in the grand history of our forefathers.
The heroic saga that permeates these ruins, the beauty that imbues these stones, the puissance that glows through the particles of dust here, the exalted chronicles of the past that are inscribed on these walls, and the ideal of creation, as of self-abnegation that surcharges the environment here--all these we can experience even to-day. Of course, a sympathetic outlook is what is needed to feel one with them all. But one whose mind's lamp is extinguished, will find only darkness here and discern nothing but the spectral shadows ranging across that darkness.
